Tyler thought things would be different in Dallas. He just had no idea how different it could be.

Peters clapped him on the shoulder. "Try to find a way to...if not relax, then decompress. Take a day for yourself once in a while, don't worry about hockey or school or anything." Sid hesitated. "Is that an order, or...?"

Jonny’s prostate is a gift from the gods. Patrick’s patience, also.

Geno is a beta. That doesn't mean he isn't the team's omega.

Connor won't be able to go back from knowing the way this sounds. He'll remember all the whines and groans that Dylan made, how desperate he felt. Connor wonders what tomorrow is going to be like, for all of them. For Dylan, maybe, especially.

“Are you?” Taylor asks unexpectedly. “Am I what?” Looking up from the stove, Sid finds her watching him with an odd look on her face. “Happy.” It should be an easy question to answer.

Matt finds Mitch doing what every young omega does when he goes into heat after forgetting to take his suppressant—taking a cold shower.

“Bet me I can’t sleep with ten prospects before the draft,” Dylan says.

Zhenya is curious. Now that he’s seen Sid at a vulnerable moment, he can’t get the image out of his mind.

“God! Fine. I’m out of eggs, dude.” Cale feels a blush rising to his cheeks and knows there’s no way it isn’t staining his face bright red now. But he soldiers on anyway, giving Nate as unimpressed of a look as he possibly can. “Okay, so? Go to a grocery store or something. Don’t bother me about it at 6am.” Nate scrunches his nose, eyes briefly flicking down and up and Cale shudders, minutely. Nate seems to pick up on it, based on the way Nate smiles a little. Smirks. “Yeah, but yours are always the freshest.”

Smut ficlets, mostly Mpreg related, but knowing me it will likely spiral.

He looks nervous for a moment and Taylor is about to step in, but Nico starts again. “Would you have sex with me?” “Um,” Taylor fumbles. His brain feels like it just went off the track in Mario Kart. “You want to hook up with me?” “I want you to teach me how to have sex,” Nico says, firmer this time. Taylor huffs out a laugh, because he sounds so sure of himself and what he wants, but also he must be fucking kidding.

Dylan is his brother. Ryan loves him, and it’s ordinary. One slip doesn’t mean anything. The complicated dreams he’s had since the trip are rare. He has it under control.

When it had first happened, body melting into this new form right there in front of all the guys, he’d demanded an answer from Jonny. “Did you see this coming?” A five first times fic.